The Vase Man is seen walking out of the Agricultural Hall in Allentown, trembling and stained in the blood of his short lived partner. A mixture of confusion, anger, and sadness was coursing through his veins. There was no telling who could have done the despicable deed of sniping down the hottest rising star in the business other than Ryback. All the hatters backstage, from returning legends to career midcarders, were taking their victory laps and patting themselves on the back about this one. Knowing that the upstart tag team had the fast track to the tag belts after getting left out the tournament, there were only a few people Vaseline Man could think would set this up. It was time for Vaseline Man to slide into action and figure out who put an end to his good friend Ms Sex, who put an end to his tag team aspirations, and who, possibly, ended the angle that would draw the most eyes and money to our product we've had in decades. Unlucky for you politicians, I can pivot.

Vaseline Man begins meandering down the streets of Allentown as people are still rushing around him and sirens are blasting. He's dragging his feet, the Oklahoma Stampede did a number to him. He couldn't believe someone that was never a world champion, like he was in X2W back as VD Vaseline Dude, could do that much damage to him. Staggering into the nearby Wawa, the hero slips into the bathroom to wash off. The patrons are confused but soon begin to hear what happened. In their quaint community was an active shooter and Allentown wasn't prepared. Vaseline Man had a feeling the town and Fed would do the same thing it did with Snuka and keep the killer under wraps. The residents knew it too. As Vaseline Man walked out of the restroom, the crowd erupted with voices of encouragement. A skinny nineteen year old with a Bape Yacht Club hoodie and a bag of Coke walks up to him as he starts to leave knowing what he had to do.

"Mr. Man.. Mr. Man!"

"Yeah?!" Vaseline Man questions back to the young adult.

"Ya.... ya need anyyyyy help?" the kid says looking up bright eyed.

Vaseline Man grunts and shakes his head. Vigilante justice was no place for a kid, and he didn't have time for another sidekick like he had back in those X2W days.

"I just want ya to know.. I think- I think you're the best ever!"

"Yeah. Heh, suuure."

"Want my coke?" The man lifts his baggie up towards Vaseline Man hoping to persuade him. "It's okay, you can have it." he insisted.

"No no."

"Really!" the starstruck man says as he pushes the bag closer to Vaseline Man's face.

"Okay." Vaseline Man chuckles out as he grabs the bag from the stranger. Donna Summer begins to play in the background. Vaseline Man tilted his head back in the middle of Wawa just tearing it up like a cheese grater. The man sighs and starts to walk off when Vaseline Man finishes. "Hey kid!" Vaseline shouts to upper middle class dealer as he tosses him a shekel.

"Hey thanks Vaseline Man!" exclaims the Tony Khan enthusiast as he walks off staring at his new currency, not understanding it held no sentimental value to the hero.

Vaseline Man left the Wawa then on his search for the shooter. Seeing marks from hooves, he begins to trail the tracks to see if his opponents earlier that night had any details. Finding the pair outside the A-1 Minimart where they were both smoking Marlboro Red 100s. The bison sees Vaseline Man and starts rearing his head for another Oklahoma Stampede but CHIEF Jay stops him. "Hey you can't just follow us after the match. We're done. We know nothing." CHIEF Jay says in his kayfabed accent. Vaseline Man knew they were hiding something from him so he got closer. The bison was getting more aggressive with each step the hero took. Before he could get within twenty feet, the bison charged at the slimy Marauder but would miss when he slipped on some Vaseline that was thrown down in front of him. The slip sent the bison flying into the power line tower, effectively knocking out the power to the minimart.

-PHEW-

A shot whizzed by Vaseline Man's head right as the power left, which possibly saved his life. The caped crusader immediately runs to CHIEF Jay Lightening and drags him into the dark and now abandoned minimart. Punching the CHIEF he'd scream, "Who's doing this?! Who are you working for?!" His voice gritty and actions becoming for erratic, Vaseline Man was at his breaking point. Not even providing Jay the chance to respond to these allegations, Vaseline Man throws the veteran into the beer fridge of the minimart. "Stay in the dark, no one was clamoring for the comeback like they were for the boss." Vaseline Man then grabs a couple of stands of food and stacks them to keep CHIEF Jay Lightening from causing any more harm.

"Well well well... heheheh. Look at what we have here." An oddly familiar voice calls out to Vaseline Man in the dark. The sound of a gun clattered on the tile. The shooter was coming close up to Vaseline Man. This wasn't just a hit for whoever was doing this, it was personal. "It's been a long time, Vaseline Man. Since you tossed me to the side for your big main event push in the X2W. You thought I'd forget."

Vaseline Man's shock could be felt in his core. The voice, the skill, this could only be one man. "Condom, Boy Wonder?" The Cut Man couldn't believe what he was hearing and would soon be seeing. His former sidekick had shown his face for the first time in over ten years. Word was after getting cut by X2W, nobody wanted to touch him. Called him a locker room cancer. Little fish in a small pond type with a big ego. "Is that you Condom?"

"CON DOM!! IT IS AND ALWAYS WAS CON DOM! NOT CONDOM!" the disgraced sidekick steps into the brief space of light to be seen by his former mentor. "You left me out to dry Vaseline Man. Then what? You get the big one? Draw houses in Israel? Comeback to the States and start a new tag team that was getting so much heat they had to hire me to take him out???!!! Remember that's what we did! Back in the X2W. We pushed the boundaries and they said we were visionaries. You can't just run back into FG and try to recreate that with any old outrageous character." Condom had a sick grin on his face getting closer and closer to Vaseline Man. "So they lifted me from the hole you dug for me and said I'll have the comedy midcard spot. That is, if I get rid of the two of you. The backstage big wigs knew you weren't the complacent type. You were going to push the envelope and get too much heat. Might draw advertisers away and they're paychecks not just getting smaller because you came up. I didn't agree with it, but I was willing to take part for the spot. Your spot."

Suddenly Condom attacks the nearly paralyzed Vaseline Man. Vaseline Man however is able to recover and get some distance between the two. He was angry about the loss of his new partner, but that didn't mean he wanted to lose his old one too. Condom goes to grab another gun from his Steven Crowder Shoulder Holsters and shoots into the dark at Vaseline Man's general direction. Bullets are flying around and chips are exploding everywhere but Vaseline Man shouts out to his mentee, "Condom! It doesn't have to be this way! We needed to separate so you could grow. I didn't know this is what would happen! I'm not sorry though!"

Condom continued his shots. His gun had the king kong banana clip. "It was always going to come to one of us or the other Vaseline Man. There's not enough space in the market to have to of this niche of a gimmick. It's time I took the spot that I deserve. You Marauders think you can get by with anything. Jumping into random matches, s**t storylines with no payoffs, bending rules so you can get your nyuck nyuck comedy off. Well the locker room is sick of it and they're sick of you."

Vaseline Man used Condom, Boy Wonder's diatribe to sneak behind him with an extended Slim Jim in hand. Knowing that the Marauders were the really money on the scene, it didn't matter what the backstage boogaloos who don't respect authority and try to unionize do. In an homage to the late 'Macho Man' Ms Sex, he would use the Slim Jim to garrote his former apprentice. Vaseline Man kept hold until Condom faded away and he rolled the jobber off of him. Checking his pockets for clues and cash, Vaseline Man found a note with mysterious coordinates nowhere near Allentown and dates from the years between 2011 and 2014. "You used to be a good kid Condom. You let the hatters get to you, something a Marauder never does. But this tells me there's something bigger at play. I'm going to figure out who's been trying to keep the Marauders from the top of the card. Who it was... that stole Summers's WWFG Championship reign from the record books."

Vaseline Man walks out of the A-1 Minimart with a new mission for the Marauders. The merch mover was prepared to figure out the leader of this coordinated effort to politick the most generous and over group in WWFG history.